Expressions
So that I can express what is deep down in my heart
I use words as crutches I admit it’s a slow start
But they are a big help when feelings are fragmented
A sense of semblance to sentiments is then warranted
They give my mind a set of wings slowly I learn to fly
Who knows I might get proficient with verses by and by
So that I can express what is embedded in my mind
I use rhyming sentences I agree they are color blind
But they are a big help when grey moods rule the skies
Sometimes they speak dark truths sometimes white lies
They give my space an added zing the color of escapes
Who knows I might learn to chill with brand new capes
So that I can express what is engraved in my soul
I use lofty perceptions I know it takes a toll
But they are a big help when the trajectory is blurred
They instill hope and courage so I am not deterred
They give my spirit the Zen I need my search continues
Who knows I might add to my person more meaningful hues
So that I can express what is intuited by my senses
I use repeat reviews I guess through psychedelic lenses
But they are a big help when I need to decode life
I seek solace in my shell retreating when I face strife
They give my gut validation I no longer depend on others
Who knows I might conquer my qualms to castoff all which bothers
So that I can express what is patterned by my deepest fears
I use arguments as shields I think until the conversation veers
But they are a big help when I cannot alter circumstances
An amalgam of anxieties and advices give my character nuances
Learning of other viewpoints and then learning to acknowledge
Who knows I might be able to gift myself a winning edge